(Can I pretend Mare doesn't exist? Thanks

Also, I've been dead

that's why imma grave)

Your fingertips dance with each other as you attempt catching snowflakes. Your bare toes drag back, holding you up in a crouched position. Maven watches you from his bedroom window, looking down at your animalistic movements in amusement. The ghosting you two temporarily went through was a mutual agreement, you two just feel out of touch. Until the Queenstrial, where of course, Maven picked you favorably to be his fiance. You were the only person he could fully recognize as a functioning human being in that crowd. Now he gets to sit and watch you every day. Your icy fingers love playing in the snow, something only natural to your house.

She was asking for the truth

Maven knows that the time is soon for him to rise. He knows his mother will be quick to her plan of destroying the king. And honestly, Maven doesn't know how you'll react to it. Will you despise him forever? Dread being by his side in marriage? Maven is scared to see how you'll treat him. You barely even look at him now.

So many times she had been fooled so I

After you come back inside, feeling the warmth of the Calore house on your snow-stained skin, you are greeted by Maven. He immediately takes you by the hand. You are let down by this very quickly as you try to wiggle your way to freedom. He doesn't let you go, instead, leads you down the halls.

"Maven - " you let out, trying to get him to stop walking. He's oddly serious. It startles you a bit. He takes you to his room and places you in, closing the door quietly behind him. His warmth still lingers on your wrist as you grab both of his hands, holding them endearingly. "Is there something the matter?" You ask with a gentle voice.

Led her to the place she longed for

No matter how annoying Maven can be, a part of you still cared for him. You'd still rather be married to him than of Cal. With your cold hands holding his, he couldn't seem to warn you. He wanted to inform you about how dangerous he is and to tell you to watch out around his mom. It just always feels like she's listening. Why can't he speak?

"Look, no matter what happens, just know that I will always be on your side." He whispers. Your eyes scan his face, trying to read for any sense of humor in his words. A deep feeling aroused in your chest, a sense of urgency. Why is he suddenly so serious? This isn't the Maven you know. Your hands, wrapped in his, move to his cheeks. You stand up high as you lightly place a kiss on his lips.

"Don't you think I'd know that?" You whisper back. Maven's hands go to your waist, bringing you into a deeper kiss.

And showed her all she asked for

You spent the night with him that night. Maven basked in the light of his future queen, never forgetting what is to come. And in the next days, when the day finally came, Maven locked you up in your room before watching his father die. He didn't want you to get involved. He didn't want you anywhere near his mother that day.

When he finally used the key to unlock the door, you were mad. Before you could say a word, he pulled you into a tight hug. You couldn't help but hug him back. You were oblivious. All you knew was Maven had been acting differently.

And as she realized that

In the chair, watching the Bowl of Bones, Maven had the most stone-edged eyes you've ever seen. You have never seen anything like that before. It clicked in your head, you couldn't even stand next to him without feeling fear. 

Truth is just a cloaked lie

You feel like you don't even know who Maven is anymore. You were wrong about him. He's like every other two-face silver. You go to your room, hiding from the world as you try to get your head straight. You can't marry a monster like him. Why did he even choose you to be his wife? He says to always be by your side. Was that also a lie?

You think about Evangeline. Maybe you can let Evangeline marry Maven instead. Have Evangeline take all of the power and fame. Power and fame... Maven is going to be king, isn't he? That would make you queen. Queen of all Norta. That doesn't sound too bad. Even with the price of Maven by your side. But you can be crooked too. 

So many tears she cried

Why are you thinking like this? Why are you thinking like a silver? No wonder silvers are leading, they think about power. That leads to greatness. Thinking like a silver is not as bad as you thought. 

You wipe your face, standing up. You roll your shoulders to relieve the ache of being hunched over. Think like a silver, act like a silver. You have to be the silver your parents raised. Your guardians would love a queen, and that's what you'll be.

And I just wondered why she said: 

The next day, there is no more snow. Nothing for you to rest in. So you just continued to run circled laps around the castle. Once you circle back to the entrance, you catch Maven as he sits in from of the castle, seeming to wait for you. You pant, sitting next to him with a smile. 

It unsettled him a bit, to why you wouldn't be hesitant around him. He honestly didn't think you'd remember the words he told you. It scares him to think about what you think of him.

Make me the bride of the lion king

"I can be the perfect queen by your side, okay?" You let out. This is the most enthusiastic he's ever seen to you. You give a big smile as he grabs your hand. 

Let me suffer, let me in

"And you can tell me all of your plans! You can do whatever you want, I'll always be by your side," you let out. It feels good to talk like this. In the ears of Maven, it sounds like you've lost your mind. Your voice is completely devoid of emotion other than desire. Fake desire. He doesn't like to hear it.

Make me the bride of the lion king

"(Y/N)," Maven whispers. His voice is soft, his eyes squinting. All you did was smile back, devoid of feelings and energy towards him. You don't know how to feel. Can you truly stay human?

She was walking down the path that promised

You became a beautiful queen. You did your makeup and hair every day, something you'd never bother to do before. Your dresses are beautiful and cold, the same as your eyes. You wanted to look your best by the side of Maven. Something about Maven... something so ravishing. How is he so good at lying? Becoming so evil is an outcome you'd never expect. How is he so good at feeling nothing?

Anything she'd die for the

You enjoy walking with Maven, holding his hand is always the best. You'd feel his warmth, even threw your gloved fingers, and it would soothe you. You love the new light you two shine. Pure evil, together for always.

Stairs she climbed they led her to the palace built for Gods

His mother was surprised at your change of character. You expect she was planning your removal. No, you are here to stay. You are here to overpower and overcome. You will one day destroy Elara and become the only queen of Norta.

You should have seen that bride

In the Corros Prison, you were the best at ceasing people's escapes. You stood by Ptolemus's side as you helped protect Elara from the dirt eating nasty reds. You were the one that struck through Shade's heart, your hand grazing Ptolemus's shoulder as you did so. You watched, in front of your eyes, everybody's reaction. 

A piece of you came back.

What if that was your family member?

What if that was Maven?

How would you feel?

How beautiful she died 

You were frozen, and Ptolemus noticed. He placed a hand on your waist and faced you in the right direction, reminding you what it's like to be a silver. You really do make the best silver. 

Bring me the light of the lion king

Farley despised your face every time she saw it. So did Mare. But you continued standing by Maven's side, hoping for the best to come for both of you. A part of you brings your heart out for Farley, but you know you shouldn't feel that way for a red. What you did was simply apart of life. Surely, you made her more likable. 

Maven hugs you tighter than he ever would before. His hands are always tight around you, almost like he's protecting you. It feels good. 

Let me see the things he's seen

Every time you look into Maven's eyes after his mom's death, all you see is blankness. He's not the same. He's... changed. He's colder. He refuses to eat. You worry about him. Sometimes you just want to tell him how much you love him, how much you look up to him. But you don't bring yourself too. You can't.

Now watch those empty souls passing by

Would it be easier just to give in to everything? To let Maven be his full potential, perhaps marry somebody better? You decide to give him a break, to make your own decisions for once.

You talk to Mare occasionally. She doesn't like talking to you, but you just say fabrications for what's on your mind. She's your only entertainment without Maven. You only now realize how much you can miss him. 

Closing her eyes she stops to fight

It snows a lot more. Is it already winter? Does time past that quickly? The snow goes higher than before. Perhaps you shall play. 

Standing out in the snow is a lot different than you remember. You don't remember the snow breathing, grasping at you. You sit down in it, unbuttoning your gloves and touching it with your bare hands. It feels so beautiful. It's so relaxing between your fingers, colder than your skin after days in a Calore's presence. You feel alive in a new light. 

So the time has come to close her mind

"It's time to come inside," Maven says from behind you. He stops, rethinking his choice of words. You sit in silence, enjoying what it's like to be carefree, like when you were younger.

"Would you wish to join me?" You ask. 

"I would not."

"I think I want to stay out here." You reply. You don't turn to look at him. A part of you wishes you did. A part of you goes back inside, where things are warm and mature. But you stay in the cold, where your soul belongs. You stay in there for awhile.